Colt shouted and retracted his wounded hand, clutching it in the other as blood poured between his fingers. “Goddammit!”
With my front paws bound, I couldn’t do much more than struggle to sit upright. I searched desperately for a path of escape, staggering to my feet and backpedaling away from Colt. But I couldn’t run. As much as I tried, I only ended up falling over. I plunged my nose between my front legs and tried to pull the string off my snout or dislodge the t-shirt from between my teeth, and wasn’t fast enough before Colt charged over to me again.
He stood above me this time, wrapping his arms around my neck. I thrust my horn at him, but he kept dodging, keeping his distance from the only weapon I had left. With concentrated anger, he pulled my head back and squeezed my throat,
